O Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with O. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Oh how I wish he (Franklin Pierce) was out of political life! How much better it would be for him on every account!”
“Oh, how I wish I could make those who see my work feel the splendors and terrors of the night! One ought to be able to make people hear the songs, the silences, and murmurings of the air. They should feel the infinite.”
“Oh, how I wish I was a woman—his woman.”
Source: Lady's Destiny
“Oh how I've missed you, Holmes.”
“Oh how our neighbour lifts his nose,
To tell what every schoolboy knows.”
Source: The Poetical Works of Jonathan Swift, ...: Collated with the Best Editions:
“Oh, how our traditions limit and outcast those of us who aren't normal.”
Source: Who Fears Death
“Oh how precious it is… to allow yourself get shuttered in to million fragments, so that you can then rebuild – a better one!”
Source: The Conductor: Birth Rate: 0
“Oh, how scary and wonderful it is that words can change our lives simply by being next to each other.”
“Oh how Shakespeare would have loved cinema!”
“Oh, how she wished it could be simple, that they could love each other, and that would be enough. But they'd never have that easy love; theirs had been tainted and twisted from the start, a love that was born to die.”
Source: Hades and Persephone: The Golden Blade
“Oh, how stubbornly does love - or even that cunning semblance of love which flourishes in the imagination, but strikes no depth of root into the heart - how stubbornly does it hold its faith, until the moment come, when it is doomed to vanish into thin mist! (...) After the first interview, a second was in the inevitable course of what we call fate. A third; a fourth; and a meeting with Beatrice in the garden was no longer an incident in Giovanni’s daily life, but the whole space in which he might be said to live; for the anticipation and memory of that ecstatic hour made up the remainder.”
Source: Evil Roots: Killer Tales of the Botanical Gothic
“Oh how sweet it is to hear one's own convictions from another's lips.”
“Oh how sweet to work for God all day, and then lie down at night beneath His smile.”
“Oh how swiftly the glory of the world passes away! If only the lives of these men had been as admirable as their learning, their study and reading would have been to good purpose! But how many in this world care little for the service of God, and perish in their vain learning. Because they choose to be great rather than humble, they perish in their own conceit.”
“oh how television diminishes everything.”
Source: Love from Nancy: the letters of Nancy Mitford
“Oh, how terribly backwards, and yet sadly common, it is to sit scowling at family all the day long and then quickly put on a smile for strangers who drop by.”
“Oh how the candles will be lit and the wood of worm burn in a fiery dust. For on all Hallow's Eve will the spirits come to play, and only the fruit of thy womb will satisfy their endless roaming.”
“Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”
Source: One More Kiss
“Oh how the passions, insolent and strong, Bear our weak minds their rapid course along; Make us the madness of their will obey; Then die and leave us to our griefs as prey!”
Source: The poetical works of the Rev. George Crabbe: in eight volumes
“Oh, how this world needs Filipino trailblazers! Yes, we can be that.”
Source: First Filipino World Records
“Oh how time hangs and drags till our aid comes!”
Source: The Inferno of Dante Translated
“Oh, how unbearable is a happy person sometimes!”
Source: White Nights
“Oh how unhappy is the prince served by such men who are so easily corrupted.”
“Oh, how we need MLK Day right now--
need MLK--his vision, his words,
his feistiness--
not the way he's painted by the centrists
(no less the right),
but the way he stood up for what was necessary
to make America live up to its ideals
(yes, he was imperfect
yes, bits of hypocrisy and misogyny,
and yet mostly brilliance and caring and
extraordinary efforts on behalf of all Americans
because we are all deprived of justice and equity
if any of us are).”
“Oh how we want
to be taken
and changed,
want to be mended
by what we enter.”
Source: Erosion
“Oh, how wild a night and she's dressed in moonlight - in her secret garden”
“Oh! how wild that night was, every breath she took , every step she made , every smile she faked , poisoned the hearts of men ..”
“Oh! how wild that night was, every breath she took , every step she made . every smile she what she share, poisons the hearts of men .”
“Oh how will crime engender crime! throw guilt
Upon the soul, and like a stone cast on
The troubled waters of a lake,
'Twill form in circles round succeeding round;
Each wider than the first.”
“Oh, how wondrous our lives are! How everything can change but in a single instant… It is truly a miracle of God. We believe we can control our lives as we want, but in truth, we never know what’s coming up. Hence, all we can do, in the end, is enjoy the moments given, pray, and hope for the better. We must always remember that everything will change, and every moment will pass, so it should be embraced whilst it is still within our grasp.”
Source: Notes of Oisin: From an Irish Monk to a Skaldic Poet
“Oh, how would we treat the people in our lives if we knew which conversation would be the last? would we act differently? Appreciate every moment? Tell them we love them?”
Source: The Selfless Act of Breathing
“Oh how wrong we were to think immortality meant never dying”
“oh how you spoke
with such ease
words flowing
like a gentle breeze
made promises so grand
a poet's tongue you had”
Source: Dining with the Enemy
“Oh Human, 'Being' Kind Is Your Kind”
“Oh, hush! You've already said you aren't the settling type. You can't have wings and roots both, cowboy.”
Source: Hot Cowboy Nights
“Oh, I almost forgot. In case that anyone besides big-headed Near or the deluded murderer is reading these notes, then I shall at least perform the basic courtesy of introducing myself, here at the end of the prologue, I am your narrator, your navigator, your storyteller. For anyone else but those two, my identity may be of no interest to you, but I am the world's runner-up, the best dresser that died like a dog, Mihael Keehl. I once called myself Mello and was addressed by that name, but that was a long time ago.
Good memories and nightmares.”
Source: Death Note: Another Note - The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases
“Oh, I am—I am lonely—with the loneliness of unshared thought.”
Source: Emily's Quest
“Oh, I am no friend of present-day Christianity, though its founder was sublime- I have seen through present-day Christianity only too well. That icy coldness mesmerized even me, in my youth- but I have taken my revenge since then. How? By worshipping the love which they, the theologians, call sin, by respecting a whore, etc, To some, woman is heresy and diabolical. To me she is the opposite.ov”
Source: The Letters of Vincent Van Gogh
“Oh I believe in loving cats and dogs and children and parents – sometimes – but I don’t believe in romantic love. Of course, there’s the momentary rush of hormones and chemicals that encourages us to mate, but it’s biology – it’s no more inherently mystical than the nicotine in that cigarette you’re smoking”
“Oh I bet you’re sweet as under all that posh.’
And he looked at her in a way that left her in no doubt that he wasn’t talking about the way she might move on the dance floor. If he mentioned honey pots she was going to pour her vodka shot over him. ‘You’ll never know,”
Source: Numbered
“Oh I brought you something,” Trey said.
I eyed him with suspicion.
He pulled out a slightly crushed handful of dandelion flowers from his jacket pocket. My breath caught. He laid them on the exam table, and I knew he’d continued talking, but I wasn’t listening. I stared at the small, cheerful yellow flowers, overwhelmed with the flood of emotion sweeping over me.
“Bones?”
I glanced up at Trey, startled when I realized he'd moved closer. He looked at me with concern.
“You ok?”
I nodded, gazing back at the flowers. My heart ached, and I didn’t think before I whispered, “My brother used to bring me these.”
Source: Bones
“Oh, I can keep up.” He sounded like he was back to his usual self. “We could run all the way to Denver, and I’d still keep up. In fact, I could run even faster than you, much faster, but I don’t want to get ahead of the handler.”
“Hugh.” She gave him a sharp look, knowing why Theo always seemed to be at the end of his patience.”
Source: Through the Fire
“Oh, I can see that,” Catelyn said. “Lord Tully is fond of song, I hear. No doubt you’ve been to Riverrun.”
“A hundred times,” Marillion the singer said airily. “They keep a chamber for me, and the young lord is like a brother.”
Catelyn smiled, wondering what Edmure would think of that. Another singer had once bedded a girl her brother fancied; he had hated the breed ever since. “And Winterfell?” she asked him. “Have you traveled north?”
“Why would I?” Marillion asked. “It’s all blizzards and bearskins up there, and the Starks know no music but the howling of wolves.” Distantly, she was aware of the door banging open at the far end of the room.”
Source: A Game of Thrones
“Oh, I can't talk to you the way I've wanted to; I've been tellin' lies but I'll tell you the truth.
Darling, I'm tired and I should be leaving, leaving. You know I'm tired and I should be leaving, leaving tonight.”
“Oh, I can't wait!" Anita said, her voice as giddy as if the captain of the football team had asked her to the senior prom. Threads of Kindness”
Source: Threads of Kindness: The Eleventh Novel in the Rosemont Series
“Oh I can't keep it in; I can't keep it in, I've gotta let it out I've got to show the world; world's got to see, See all the love; love that's in me”
“Oh, I could let the world go by,
Its loud new wonders and its wars,
BUt how will I give up the sky
When winter dusk is set with stars?
And I could let the cities go,
Their changing customs and their creeds,–
But oh, the summer rains that blow
In silver on the jewel-weeds!”
Source: The Collected Poems
“Oh, I could let the world go by,
Its loud new wonders and its wars,
BUt how will I give up the sky
When winter dusk is set with stars?
And I could let the cities go,
Their changing customs and their creeds,–
In silver on the jewel-weeds!”
“Oh . . . I'd been getting pretty sick of the office. It made me feel dead inside. Finally, the week-ends weren't long enough to get it out of my system. I couldn't read poetry or listen to music. It was like being constipated. Well, I got a holiday and went to Kent for a week's hiking. And for the first two days I felt nothing at all, just a sort of deadness inside. And one day I went into a pub in a place called Marden and had a couple of pints. And as I came out, a sort of bubble seemed to burst inside me, and I started feeling things again. And I suddenly felt an overwhelming hatred for cities and offices and people and everything that calls itself civilisation . . . .
"Then I got an idea. I sat down at the side of the road and thought about it. I'd read somewhere that the Manichees thought the world was created by evil. Well, it suddenly seemed to me that the forces behind the world weren't either good or evil, but something quite incomprehensible to human beings. And the only thing they want is movement, everlasting movement. That's the way I saw it suddenly. Human beings want peace, and they build their civilisations and make their laws to get peace. But the forces behind the world don't want peace. So they send down ertain men whose business is to keep the world in a turmoil - the Napoleons, Hitlers, Genghis Khans. And I called these men the Enemies, with a capital E. And I thought I belong among the Enemies - that's why I detest this bloody civilisation. And I suddenly began to feel better . . . .”
Source: Ritual in the Dark
“Oh, I didn't fall in love with him,' says Joyce. 'Nothing like that. I just walked into a room and there he was, and he looked at me, and I looked at him, and that's all there was to it. Like I had always been in love with him, no falling necessary. Like finding the perfect pair of shoes.”
Source: The Bullet That Missed